Yeah, like bae is you coming or what?
Yo friend is way too fine I know, guess what? I'm tryna get up
I'm on, I'm having you both, bad ass bitch on my hip like a rope
She off X, she don't do coke, up my fye, let it go
Money feeling sticky ever since I took the risk
Yeah, baddies coming to me and they wanna take a trip
Yeah I heard that nigga sad cause I can take that nigga bitch
And lil baby you too bad tryna get you and yo friend woah
I'm with ko, sippin' casa
Hol' up xan, grab the bottle
We in the bar and it's full of some models
Jump in the Benz, I put on the throttle
She don't want Sake, we go Benihana
Cougar my hoe, oh her name is Donna
How she older than me but she calling me papa?
You knew I threw up, when I Osaka, Lil hoe you is fine, wassup with yo Momma?
You better not run, I might just kay flock ya, you talk on the net? I might have to sock em
She liking my neck, she like how I rock em
I'm faded in Houston, I might have a problem
He giving you problems you might have to block em, striking a nigga like my name Ibaka
She ate a nigga like her name was Dahmer
He don't get no bag for real, you play with the gang, we shoot to kill
Smoking the za, get high, I feel, more money than me? haha get real
I'm in Ibiza, it's a whole lotta pills, she told me I'm xan, oh you a big deal
I told her clam down baby now you feel this, I gotta bag and you just can't seal this
The feds they trippin' got wock in the buildin, the beef is real we smokin' the children
She like my tats when I throw up the set, Her and her bestie is throwin' me neck
You wanna sign XVN well I need me a million, Bad little ho she Brazilian
Money I'm touching it's touching the ceiling, Walk in the party she know that the real in
I just did show, I made me a killing, She black and she P, I just gotta feelin
I'm with some niggas that's borderline dealing, I got some niggas send you to there ceiling
Banana the clip and I'm tryna peel it, grilling that boy I ain't doing no fighting
Presidential Rollie feel like Joe Biden, Loving the money instead it's just piling
I don't f*ck with 12 so I'm throwing the dice in
The cat or the track my nigga we sliding
I walk in the Saks my nigga I'm buying
More money than me? My nigga you lying
You not my hoe, bitch why are you crying?
I'm off the Za, bitch why am I flying?
Nigga you lame and we know it, nigga clutchin' pussy nigga just do it
Cousin locked in institution he crazy, he upping that fye, nigga ain't faded
Smokin' that Za, feel like I'm asian, Ice on my neck it feel like I'm bathing
Yo pockets need help, yo money need saving, She know that I'm verse!, my music she craving
Pull up in a vert, I gottem' goin crazy, oh you wanna verse? you gotta come pay me
She got on Rick Owens, yeah she like Raven, chains on my neck bitch I feel like I'm slaving
Wanna call all my niggas and tell em' I made it, so much money I told that bitch to rake it
She wanna f*ck me, but she gotta baby, She got no Marni I told the ho maybe
Helmut Lang of the Marni, I call that the gravy
Star on my chest but I cannot save you, no
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Yeah, like bae is you coming or what?
Yo friend is way too fine I know, guess what? I'm tryna get up
I'm on, I'm having you both, bad ass bitch on my hip like a rope
She off X, she don't do coke, up my fye, let it go
Money feeling sticky ever since I took the risk
Yeah, baddies coming to me and they wanna take a trip
Yeah I heard that nigga sad cause I can take that nigga bitch
And lil baby you too bad tryna get you and yo friend woah
I'm with ko, sippin' casa
Hol' up xan, grab the bottle
We in the bar and it's full of some models
Jump in the Benz, I put on the throttle
She don't want Sake, we go Benihana
Cougar my hoe, oh her name is Donna
How she older than me but she calling me papa?
You knew I threw up, when I Osaka, Lil hoe you is fine, wassup with yo Momma?
You better not run, I might just kay flock ya, you talk on the net? I might have to sock em
She liking my neck, she like how I rock em
I'm faded in Houston, I might have a problem
He giving you problems you might have to block em, striking a nigga like my name Ibaka
She ate a nigga like her name was Dahmer
He don't get no bag for real, you play with the gang, we shoot to kill
Smoking the za, get high, I feel, more money than me? haha get real
I'm in Ibiza, it's a whole lotta pills, she told me I'm xan, oh you a big deal
I told her clam down baby now you feel this, I gotta bag and you just can't seal this
The feds they trippin' got wock in the buildin, the beef is real we smokin' the children
She like my tats when I throw up the set, Her and her bestie is throwin' me neck
You wanna sign XVN well I need me a million, Bad little ho she Brazilian
Money I'm touching it's touching the ceiling, Walk in the party she know that the real in
I just did show, I made me a killing, She black and she P, I just gotta feelin
I'm with some niggas that's borderline dealing, I got some niggas send you to there ceiling
Banana the clip and I'm tryna peel it, grilling that boy I ain't doing no fighting
Presidential Rollie feel like Joe Biden, Loving the money instead it's just piling
I don't f*ck with 12 so I'm throwing the dice in
The cat or the track my nigga we sliding
I walk in the Saks my nigga I'm buying
More money than me? My nigga you lying
You not my hoe, bitch why are you crying?
I'm off the Za, bitch why am I flying?
Nigga you lame and we know it, nigga clutchin' pussy nigga just do it
Cousin locked in institution he crazy, he upping that fye, nigga ain't faded
Smokin' that Za, feel like I'm asian, Ice on my neck it feel like I'm bathing
Yo pockets need help, yo money need saving, She know that I'm verse!, my music she craving
Pull up in a vert, I gottem' goin crazy, oh you wanna verse? you gotta come pay me
She got on Rick Owens, yeah she like Raven, chains on my neck bitch I feel like I'm slaving
Wanna call all my niggas and tell em' I made it, so much money I told that bitch to rake it
She wanna f*ck me, but she gotta baby, She got no Marni I told the ho maybe
Helmut Lang of the Marni, I call that the gravy
Star on my chest but I cannot save you, no
Yo friend is way too fine I know, guess what? I'm tryna get up
I'm on, I'm having you both, bad ass bitch on my hip like a rope
She off X, she don't do coke, up my fye, let it go
Money feeling sticky ever since I took the risk
Yeah, baddies coming to me and they wanna take a trip
Yeah I heard that nigga sad cause I can take that nigga bitch
And lil baby you too bad tryna get you and yo friend woah
I'm with ko, sippin' casa
Hol' up xan, grab the bottle
We in the bar and it's full of some models
Jump in the Benz, I put on the throttle
She don't want Sake, we go Benihana
Cougar my hoe, oh her name is Donna
How she older than me but she calling me papa?
You knew I threw up, when I Osaka, Lil hoe you is fine, wassup with yo Momma?
You better not run, I might just kay flock ya, you talk on the net? I might have to sock em
She liking my neck, she like how I rock em
I'm faded in Houston, I might have a problem
He giving you problems you might have to block em, striking a nigga like my name Ibaka
She ate a nigga like her name was Dahmer
He don't get no bag for real, you play with the gang, we shoot to kill
Smoking the za, get high, I feel, more money than me? haha get real
I'm in Ibiza, it's a whole lotta pills, she told me I'm xan, oh you a big deal
I told her clam down baby now you feel this, I gotta bag and you just can't seal this
The feds they trippin' got wock in the buildin, the beef is real we smokin' the children
She like my tats when I throw up the set, Her and her bestie is throwin' me neck
You wanna sign XVN well I need me a million, Bad little ho she Brazilian
Money I'm touching it's touching the ceiling, Walk in the party she know that the real in
I just did show, I made me a killing, She black and she P, I just gotta feelin
I'm with some niggas that's borderline dealing, I got some niggas send you to there ceiling
Banana the clip and I'm tryna peel it, grilling that boy I ain't doing no fighting
Presidential Rollie feel like Joe Biden, Loving the money instead it's just piling
I don't f*ck with 12 so I'm throwing the dice in
The cat or the track my nigga we sliding
I walk in the Saks my nigga I'm buying
More money than me? My nigga you lying
You not my hoe, bitch why are you crying?
I'm off the Za, bitch why am I flying?
Nigga you lame and we know it, nigga clutchin' pussy nigga just do it
Cousin locked in institution he crazy, he upping that fye, nigga ain't faded
Smokin' that Za, feel like I'm asian, Ice on my neck it feel like I'm bathing
Yo pockets need help, yo money need saving, She know that I'm verse!, my music she craving
Pull up in a vert, I gottem' goin crazy, oh you wanna verse? you gotta come pay me
She got on Rick Owens, yeah she like Raven, chains on my neck bitch I feel like I'm slaving
Wanna call all my niggas and tell em' I made it, so much money I told that bitch to rake it
She wanna f*ck me, but she gotta baby, She got no Marni I told the ho maybe
Helmut Lang of the Marni, I call that the gravy
Star on my chest but I cannot save you, no
Writer: xan w, ko b
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